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 Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 9:03 pm
Title: My Life
Author: Yian-San
Chapter: Prolouge
Warnings: None as of yet
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related or affiliated with Rockman.EXE.
Summary: I found a picture of my mother and me one gloomy day. That picture got me thinking...thinking of my past, my mother, my life...and me. Welcome to my life, the life of Ijuuin Enzan. [Bad summary...sorry. ><;;]
Chapter One - Prolouge
Enzan
I sat, staring aimlessly out of the rain-drenched window of my office. It wasn’t often that I had no work to do, but alas, today was one of them. It seemed…rather gloomy today, and not just because of the rain. Okay, so maybe the rain helped the feeling along, but there was just…something. Something in the air that wasn’t as it usually was. Blues was away on an errand, and there wasn’t much of anyone else that I could talk with. Not that I felt like it either, of course. I suppose most of the time I’m…musing over things. Or working. But like I’ve said before, there wasn’t much work to do today, so now I’m musing. It’s either one or the other.
I looked down at the city. It could have been a nice view…had it not been gloomy and wet with the storm. From up here, everything seemed miniscule. Sighing, I turned from the window and back to my barren office. A desk, a comfortable chair, a computer, a PET charger, and a few potted plants were all that was in the room. The rain was pattering persistently at the skylight that took up quite a bit of the ceiling, gray light spilling throughout the room. A dull scene, you might think. Personally, I didn’t exactly care.
Out of nothing else to do, I spun slowly around in the office chair. I went past the window…past the desk…and past the window again. Stopping in front of my desk, my eyes trailed down towards the drawers. Maybe there was something in there that could interest me for the time being? It was worth a shot. Blues wouldn’t be back for a few hours, so I might as well. I went for the bottom-most drawer for some unexplainable reason, and wrenched it open. Nothing. I was about to shut it when I noticed something in there, in the very back. Pulling the drawer out a bit farther, I reached in for the flat, paper-like object. I flipped it over and found it was a picture. It was a picture of my late mother and me, sitting out in a garden. Dazedly, I shut the drawer again, and stared at the picture. How in the world could it have gotten there…? I could barely remember when I put it there, if at all.
Her silver hair cascaded gently down her shoulders, curling slightly at the ends. I was seated in her lap, a bright, contented smile on my face. I could barely remember when I was able to smile like that. The smile on my mother’s face, however, was probably one that no one else could call their own. It was small and gentle, and had a lady-like grace to it. And yet…you could tell in her eyes that she was far more from just that. There was happiness…and delight…and something else. I couldn’t quite make out what that something else was, though. I tilted my head, frowning in thought. This…something else seemed to be the strongest emotion that showed, as she gazed at the younger me with her extraordinary smile.
I blinked as I suddenly realized what that something was. It was…love. Her love seemed to completely flow through the picture, and the room suddenly felt a bit warmer.
Love… Wow, I hadn’t felt that in a long time. I laid the picture down on my desk and propped my head down on my arms. A small smile came upon my face as I thought back to my mother. As young as I was back then, I could already tell that she had been an amazing woman.
A sudden rush of memories came to me then, ones that I thought I had locked up a long time ago. I welcomed their return, glad that they made my current location seem a bit brighter, and glad that my father was out on a business trip so that I had no worry about him suddenly barging in and disrupting the thoughts. I realized abruptly at how long it had been since I had thought of my past…and my mother. I shrugged to no one in particular. I had been forced to grow up rather fast after all, becoming the Vice President to IPC at a young age. For all I know, I’d probably blame the old man.
I thought back to the earliest memory I could think of. I must have been really young, because it was foggy and unclear…
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:10 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 2:10 pm
Title: My Life
Author: Yian-San
Chapter: Okaa-san
Warnings: Some angst...rather depressing...well, to me at least. ;-;
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related or affiliated with Rockman.EXE.
Author's note: I think it was kind of early for to write what I did in here, but I just wanted to point out how little time Enzan got to spend with his mother. This was his earliest memory of his mother and him, after all. (I know it's fictional and my creation...shush. XD) But yeah, this is all he can remember so far. The poor boy... ;-; Um, this chapter might be a bit too short. I'm sorry you guys. ><
Chapter Two - Okaa-san
Enzan
I was walking down a grassy path. Someone was holding on to my hand, speaking to me in a soft voice. I looked up to see my mother, who was smiling. Her hair was pulled back loosely and was fastened close to the back of her neck, a brilliant long red jacket adorning her tall figure.
“Enzan…Enzan, look. See that ahead? We’re going to be spending the rest of the afternoon there.” I bobbed my head, understanding.
“Okay, okaa-san,” I spoke in my little voice, grinning. She smiled, her affection showing unmistakably. She paused in her step for a moment and stooped down so that she was about level with me, reaching out a hand to stroke my hair gently. At her touch, I looked up at her, a questioning expression on my face.
“My, Enzan…you’re growing up so fast. I feel that it was only yesterday that you were sleeping in a crib, and I was looking down at you,” She laughed. I tilted my head up at her, smiling, as I loved to hear her laugh. Its cultured, melodic tone comforted me.
“Okaa-san, you still do look down at me when I sleep. I’ve seen you. I’m too big for a crib, though,” I grinned. “I have a big bed now!” My mother laughed again, nodding.
“That’s right, Enzan. You’re a big boy now, so you need a big bed…”
We continued walking down the path, and turned a corner. I caught sight of a large playground and bench table. I grinned in delight, tugging on my mother’s hand. We headed for the swings first, as that was my favorite thing to do at a playground. When she set me on her lap comfortably, we started to swing. I had always loved the swings for the fact that I felt as though I were flying. The sensation of going up into the air and diving back down thrilled me.
“Higher, okaa-san!” I cried. I heard the delightful sound of her laughing once more.
“Enzan, if we go any higher, we’d reach the sky!”
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After a while of playing, we continued walking down the park’s streets. It was a lovely time of year; the one where brilliant shades of gold and scarlet decorated the treetops, and the air was filled with an inviting smell of wood and the winter to come. I always loved autumn for its simple beauty. I believe I got that from my mother, as she loved autumn as well.
We exited the park, and walked along the sidewalk down the busy streets of Densan. I saw many people’s faces light up in awe as they saw my mother, and they waved enthusiastically, most likely amazed at getting to meet the mistress of IPC. My mother returned their greetings with a warm smile and a quaint, “How do you do?”
They replied with a “Fine, thank you!” or something to that extent.
They waved at me as well, to which I returned a somewhat shy smile. I never was really good with other people, being that I haven’t actually been in that much contact with them. A cheerful looking woman in a long white coat came over and fawned over me suddenly, scaring me half out of my wits.
“Ah, what an adorable young man we have here!” she exclaimed, looking me over. I edged closer to my mother, feeling uncertain about this stranger. Okaa-san, however, laughed and squatted down while giving me a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s alright, Enzan. You can trust her. This is Amamiya-san, the wife of the CEO of one of IPC’s fellow companies. She’s a good friend of the family, Enzan, so say hello.”
I remained silent, hesitantly extending my hand. The woman laughed, taking it and giving it a hearty shake.
“My, my, my, look here! You’d make such a wonderful successor to your father, Enzan-kun,” she said, smiling broadly. “Four years old and already acting like a professional businessman!”
“…E-Eheh…”
My mother smiled, exchanging a few words with the woman before we departed. After a bit of a walk, we turned a corner, and entered a nice, homey bakery. My mother ordered a few treats and some cups of hot tea for us both. We sat down at a table closer to the center of the bakery, where pleasant chatter was heard all about, and a roaring fire warmed us from our brisk walk.
Chewing on some pastries, I grinned at my mother. “This was fun, okaa-san. Can we do it again sometime?”
She smiled at me. “For you, Enzan, anything.”
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I remember that it was only a few weeks after we had gone to the park that she came down with a sickness. Day after day, she spent her time in bed, barely having the strength to do much of anything else. I was allowed to see her from time to time, and each time I did I couldn’t help but be frightened by what I saw. It was such a sudden change for me. There was no longer a warm, motherly hand around me, helping me with my every need. There was no calm, patient smile. Even though the family's maids tended to me and smiled and did all it took to keep me happy, it lacked that...that feeling that you would only feel with your own mother. I felt strangely alone during that time, which was something I hadn't felt before.
I walked into her room one day. I hadn't been able to see her for at least a week because they were afraid her sickness would spread to me, and my mother was so deathly sick...I guess they were afraid of me seeing her like that. This day, though, her condition was supposedly quite a bit better, and I was allowed to see her now. Approaching her bed slowly, I could see that strands of her silver hair were tousled and slightly matted, her face having taken on the usual paleness of an ill person. I bit down on my lip and willed myself to get closer.
“…Okaa-san…?” I asked slowly, reaching out a hand. She stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. I watched anxiously as she smiled tiredly and reached out to clasp my hand with her own clammy one. She brought me closer to her, but I hesitated, staying only where I was. Taking a good look at her, I could see that her once healthy complexion was no longer tinged with a faint shade of pink, but was instead drained of color. Her pale exterior made her almost seem…ghostly. I choked on the tears that suddenly came, and buried my face into her covers.
“Okaa-san, you can’t die. You—you have to get better!” I cried through my tears, my words muffled by the bed covers. I shook my head as if to emphasize that point, not caring about what I might have looked like right then. “P-please…please don’t die!”
A hand came up to stroke my hair. Sniffling, I turned my head up to look at my mother, feeling my heart sink at her sad, desperate expression. I waited for her to say something, anything. Her face contorted into something between pain, pity, and sadness while she spoke.
“Enzan…” she spoke faintly after a while, a tear tracing its way down her cheek. Her pale hand came to caress the side of my face. It scared me to see that hand, to tell the truth. It was all pale, ghost-like. It took all I had in me to not run away from the bed right then and there. But I stood there, stood my ground. I hoped that I would be able to stand what she had to say.
“…Enzan,” she repeated again. Her voice was weak and raspy. “I…I want you to be good, okay? Be good to otou-san, to everyone else. T-try not to cause trouble. You are the heir to the company, Enzan, and,” she smiled, “I know you’ll be wonderful at it. You’ll make a fine businessman when you grow up.”
I nodded, solemnly swearing to myself that I would remember. I said so to her as well.
Again, she smiled. “…That’s my boy. I know you will, Enzan. Keep in mind though…don’t become immersed with work. Remember to have fun. Remember to laugh. Don’t…” she paused, seeming to search for the right words, “Don’t…linger on the past. When something happens that you don’t like, you must try to put it behind you and move on. No matter how hard it might be, promise me Enzan, that you will try.”
I nodded again, slightly hesitating this time, promising I would. She gave another weak smile, squeezed my hand comfortingly and leaned back on her pillows, seemingly content. I released a breath that I hadn’t known I’d been holding and relaxed a bit. Perhaps everything would be all right, I thought to myself. Okaa-san seemed better than she had been a few days ago where she could barely say anything at all. The warm-hearted, cheerful and healthy mother that was once here would come back once more. I was sure of it.
It was going to be okay…
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:48 pm
GAH WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YIANNY!?!??! MORE MORE!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 10:49 am
*sniffles* Oh my gosh.....that's so sad.....Poor Enzan-kun! Continue, please!!!!!!!1
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